I'm so motherf**ing hungry man my head hurt.I had to get myself together and make my head work but at the same time I had to keep my rap career first.Everybody Know The Hood Can Be Your Worst Distraction And When A n***a Disrespect The Gun Is Your First Reaction.This Is How We Living In The Struggle All We Got Is Pride.So When A n***a Take It From You sh** You Got To Ride Murder Homicide.So By All Means Necessary I'ma Strive To Get My Momma Out The Hood Since My Father Died.If You Don't Grind Then You Don't Shine sh** I Got To Try, Made Man Brave Man n***a I am I.I'm From The Hood Where The Tears Never End And The Pain Never Stops, The Game On clock.Yeah Its Looking Sunny But The Rain Going To Drop And Bodies Going To Fall Thats Why I Be Going Hard.Roaming Through These Mean Streets I Be On Guard Cus n***as Stealing Lives Faster Then They Stealing Cars.See me I'm still alive praying that I dont fall, this sinning got me wining though im all wrong.Then I stop look around my homies all gone we The Last Of The Last Holding On Strong.Some say I ain't earned it you break it down burn it, I'mma rebuild because I'm thorough and determined.Call me meek mill cause I'm the realest in the world.From the north to the south I am murder while you was steady chillin I was in the crib writing raps thinking millions, cars, j**els and buildings.n***as don't respect it til they see you progressing but trust me I'mma k** em.This im a 645 without the ceiling coupe no roof , v twizzy on the engine.This is big business 44s 40s and 9s that's big biscuits.40 boys target your squad now that's vengeance.They rather see you shot up before they see you pop up a chain around your neck all fresh pulling that drop up.I came around the set 9 less where n***as cop up so I had no choice but to grind and get this guap up.Ever since I was a boy sh** my moms was my poppa the streets was my old head and they raised me as a rider